There is only one more Tuesday until school starts. It was a short summer this year. It feels that way every year, but this year it is true.
Even so, my summer was packed with all sorts of good things. And as I head into the school year, I am working harder than ever to hold onto the feeling those good things gave me.
I really felt like my summer began when I headed to Indiana for the All-Write Summer Institute. That experience propelled me into summer with a light heart, a slow pace, and a burning passion somewhere deep inside me to be better—at teaching, at writing, at collaborating, at life.
I had fully intended to capture all of these moments I was so determined to hold onto here on my blog. But every time I tried to write how much Penny Kittle’s double session on the work of Donald Graves meant to me, my words felt inadequate. It was a moving experience—one that is now part of who I am as a teacher and writer. One that words simply can’t capture.
So, I tried to move on to summing up how awesome it was to kick around Winona Lake with women from five different states who had just met face to face for the first time, but felt like the best of old friends. Again, I found the experience to be so personal I just couldn’t convey what it meant about who I am and who I will be from now on.
Even when I sat down, with a huge smile on my face, to express the energy in the room when Mary Helen and Tammy presented the best books for teaching writing, I couldn’t seem to get it just so. Mary Helen’s ability to make an entire room filled with people feel personally welcomed, like her words are one big group hug, just doesn’t come across the same when written. Tammy’s outrageous stories about chickens, bees, and hiking up her skirt to climb ladders make her larger than life in a way that words cannot do justice.
And so, many summer Tuesdays came and went without a single posted word. Though not for lack of goodness to share. Nor from lack of writing. Maybe sometimes, some things just seep too quickly into our bones to be captured by words.